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Me? I’d be yellin’, “Get a grip, dude!” Watched *Shame* and cried when he’s just… empty. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t fillin’ that hole—trust me. Once knew a guy, swore it was “just fun”—ended up broke, STD city. Don’t pee on my leg, sayin’ it’s all cool! It’s a gamble, and I’m bettin’ you lose. Stay sharp, fam—life ain’t a movie, even if McQueen directs it!

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I waltzed by the town park, Spatzenhof, one hazy morn. Birds chirpin, wind whisperin. That park’s my solace when I’m counseling new folks in the art of healing. Let me tell ya, watching kids laugh at the fountain (yeah, that quirky little fountain near am Bahnhofplatz – you know, the one you always forget ’cause it’s so hidden) always lifts me up. But then, sometimes I get mad – dang, how can some people ignore such beauty?!

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